After the divorce, I wanted to give up, but the Prime Minister took me into his arms in the street

He sighed and spoke slowly, "I also find it strange that our sister has been home for so long, but she doesn't care about her beloved husband at all. As a result, I heard something new today, guess what."

Ding gently patted his shoulder and asked with concern: "What's the matter? Don't be impatient, tell me slowly."

"It's the case that has been making headlines recently. The prefect of Linzhou was accused of corruption." Ling Chuyun said in a low voice.

Ding nodded, the confusion on her face becoming more obvious: "What does this have to do with Mo Hui?"

Ling Chuyun explained: "The kids who complained were hiding in the woods at the foot of Yue Mountain. They happened to be spotted by Mo Hui and Fu Yansheng's cousin, and they were both caught red-handed."

Hearing this, Ding couldn't help but take a breath and said, "What happened next?"

Ling Chuyun's eyes were full of anger, and he said hatefully, "That fellow Fu Yansheng, at the critical moment of negotiating with those people, was only concerned with saving his cousin, and totally ignored Mo Hui's safety! Fortunately, Mo Hui was smart and quick to react, so she was able to escape from danger."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Ding frowned slightly, "I see. No wonder my sister has been staying in her room these days, being silent and taciturn. She must be very disheartened and disappointed about that incident."

When Ling Chuyun heard this, he added fuel to the fire. He stood up suddenly and rushed to the door.

Seeing this, Mrs. Ding felt nervous and asked hurriedly, "Husband, where are you going?"

Ling Chuyun didn't even turn his head and answered loudly: "I'm going to the Grand Secretary's Mansion to find that bastard Fu Yansheng to argue with him!"

After he finished speaking, the figure disappeared out the door.

Mrs. Ding knew her husband's hot temper very well and predicted that this trip might cause a disturbance.

She pondered secretly in her heart, turned around and walked quickly towards Ling Mo's room.

When she pushed open the door, she saw Ling Mohui calmly directing the maids to pack their luggage, obviously planning to return to the Grand Secretary's Mansion.

Looking at the scene before her, Mrs. Ding's words, which she had intended to use to persuade her sister to stay for a while, became stuck in her throat and turned into a helpless sigh.

She asked softly, "Sister, are you going back home?"

Ling Mohui heard the voice and smiled faintly, "My injuries are no longer serious, and my mother's body is recovering day by day. I can't stay at my mother's house all the time and cause trouble to my sister-in-law. I am very grateful to my sister-in-law for taking care of me during this period of time."

Mrs. Ding listened to her sister's calm words, but she felt mixed emotions.

She thought of all the grievances her sister had suffered during this period, and a surge of anger surged in her heart like a volcano, and her disgust for Fu Yansheng grew stronger.

Fu Yansheng is such a bastard, someone really needs to teach him a lesson!

Thinking of this, Ding took a few steps forward and gently took Ling Mohui's arm. "Sister, what nonsense are you talking about? This will always be your home. You can stay as long as you want. We welcome you to come back anytime."

Ling Mohui felt the change in her sister-in-law's attitude, and a warm feeling welled up in her heart.

However, she understood that the problems between her and Fu Yansheng had to be faced eventually, and avoiding them for a long time was not the solution.

She silently calculated that only by getting the divorce papers as soon as possible could she completely get rid of this painful marriage.

"I appreciate your kindness, sister-in-law. Maybe I will really have more time to stay at home in the future." Ling Mo responded with a smile.

By the time Ling Mo finished packing, night had quietly fallen.

Ling's mother couldn't hide her reluctance and insisted on keeping her at home for dinner. She repeatedly told her to continue the bloodline of the Fu family as soon as possible before she reluctantly watched her leave.

At the same time, the news of Ling Mo's return to Hui Mansion spread quickly to Zhang's ears as if it had wings.

Zhang was well aware of the cold treatment and grievances Ling Mohui had suffered, so she came to visit her in person and brought a bunch of carefully selected tonics in an attempt to ease the tension between Fu Yansheng and Ling Mohui.

After some earnest persuasion, Zhang finally felt at ease and let Ling Mo return to Bailingxuan.

As the night deepened, Ling Mohui saw the dim light coming through the window of Bailingxuan from afar, and doubts suddenly arose in her heart.

She gently pushed open the door and was surprised to find Fu Yansheng sitting under the candlelight.

Ling Mohui's heart was shocked. She had never expected that he would be waiting here quietly.

"Sir, why are you here?" She opened her red lips slightly.

Fu Yansheng did not answer immediately, but a cold sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Are you finally willing to come back?"

Ling Mohui's eyes dimmed slightly. At the moment, she really didn't have the mood to get entangled with him. She just felt extremely exhausted physically and mentally.

She pressed her forehead and said calmly, "I'm tired, please go back, sir."

However, Fu Yansheng did not leave. Instead, he suddenly grabbed her wrist with such force that it seemed as if he could crush her bones.

"Do you really hate me so much?" His voice was low and suppressed.

Ling Mohui's face was full of confusion, why did he suddenly lose his composure like this?

She frowned, "I don't know what you are talking about."

Fu Yansheng's expression became more gloomy, and he tightened his grip on her wrist a little more: "You dare to say that you don't blame me for saving Xiyue first?"

When Ling Mohui heard this, her heart moved. It turned out that he came here for this matter.

She sneered in her heart, how dare he question her?

The fact that she could remain calm was the greatest tolerance she could show him.

"Do you think I shouldn't blame you?" Ling Mo raised her long and slender eyebrows.

Facing Ling Mohui's question, Fu Yansheng's eyes flickered, as if he was hit in a sore spot, and he was speechless for a moment.

"Or do you think that if you leave me, your legal wife, aside for another woman, I should welcome you with a smile and accept it with pleasure?"

Ling Mohui glanced at him sideways, her tone as cold as the wind on a winter night.

Fu Yansheng's throat tightened, and the chill seemed to penetrate his body.

He remained silent and had nothing to say, but his clenched wrists revealed his inner struggle and pain.

She coldly shook off his hand, turned and walked towards the inner room: "Go away."

However, Fu Yansheng did not leave. Instead, he lifted the door curtain and followed in with big strides.

Ling Mohui's heart tightened and she turned around to look at him, a hint of panic in her eyes.

As far as she could remember, Fu Yansheng had never set foot in her boudoir. This sudden action gave her a bad feeling.

He walked straight up to her and grabbed her chin.

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly picked her up and walked to the bed.

Ling Mohui was thrown heavily onto the bed, and then her hands were pressed firmly above her head by him.

She struggled, but could not break free from the amazing strength emanating from his pen-holding arm.

"Are you crazy? Fu Yansheng, let me go!" Ling Mohui shouted in horror, tears welling up in her eyes.

She had never seen Fu Yansheng so out of control.

"You've been planning this for so long, and finally got what you wanted. Are you very proud?" He lowered his head, his hot breath blowing on her neck, and the malice in his words made her tremble all over.

"Fu Yansheng, if you dare to touch me, I will bite my tongue and commit suicide now!" she warned sternly.